Art review: Scythians at the British Museum

Siberia. It’s a powerful word that sets the imagination rolling. In my case, it makes me remember my mother, who was sent to one of its labour camps by the Russians when they invaded Poland at the start of the Second World War. Others will have happier thoughts, recalling a monumental train journey, perhaps, across an unfeasible expanse. The really lucky ones, the Mastermind stratum of ST readers, will have an inkling already of the fabulous role played by Siberia in the story of civilisation. The lucky ones will already have encountered the Scythians.

There is much to admire about the British Museum’s spectacular Scythians show, especially if you are fond of gold. Take your shades and drown in pleasure. But the most encouraging thing…